I like this quote.
Every morning, I make the decision to be happy. It is my choice. Sometimes, during the day, people or events can steal that happiness, for a while. But I try to remember to seek it out, inside of me, again as soon as possible.
He's almost as tall as I am now, Barb, so yes, he's growing up. He'll be here in a couple of weeks for his spring break. He'll be 9 this summer so I don't know how many more spring breaks he'll want to spend with his Nana. And he still loves to paint!
He's totally left handed.
I was as well, but my parents worked on changing that because Dad was left handed and he thought it would be much easier if I learned to use my right. As a result, I paint with both hands and shoot a bow left handed, do a lot of left handed things, but mostly I use my right hand for writing. I encouraged my son to let Ethan use the hand he wanted to use, and he's like me and uses both, but mostly his left.
When I was teaching one year our principal thought it would be a good idea to test the teachers to see which of us was more right or left brained. it had something to do with the need to match home room students with the teacher best suited to them. (We had the same set of home room students for the 4 years they were in High School, so the plan was to have those who learned best with the right brain matched to a right brained teacher, or left, as the case may be.) So every teacher took the test that would indicate which side of our brains worked best for each of us.
I must have taken variations of that test about 6 times, and every single time I scored right in the middle. Equally both sides. Out of about 120 teachers in that school I think I was the only one who didn't score on one side or the other. I guess my right hand never knows what my left hand is doing!
Hank is very left handed too despite the nuns that beat his hand with a ruler and did their best to make him right handed. How cruel - they wouldn't get by with that today. He does a few things right handed because of that but eats, writes, uses all saws left handed. He uses scissors with his right hand and looks weird because he's not in a comfort zone with his right hand doing that.
Same for me, Vic. Sometimes I turn my elbow inside out when I'm using scissors. And if I write with both hands at the same time, I create a mirror image. It's very weird. Symmetrical. Someday I'll do that and take a picture and show you. Bet Hank could do that too.
Yes, I had to eat every meal for years sitting on my left hand, but there was no beating, just reminders. I grew up embarrassed to be caught using my left hand. I've never shot anything but a BB gun and it's with my left hand, but took archery in college for a PE credit and was allowed to shoot a bow with my left hand. So it all balances out. But I never did master the scissors thing, except I found a pair of left handed scissors for Ethan and can use them just fine.
Another interesting story about left-handers...... My mother-in-law is left handed. She had three kids. They are all right-handed. But she has 4 grandkids, and they are all lefties. So if you ask me, I'd say it definitely skips a generation.